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09.09.05 - 11:21 a.m.
It's the 29th, and Lucas and I are lying on some damp grass beside a loaded Uhaul wondering where Zannie and Kyle have gone. Zannie and Kyle are being told, on the red red carpet of "Nottingham Court," that their new property manager has skipped town and that they have nowhere to live for three days.
We pile back into the movingmobile and lurch back to The Pirate Ship a few blocks away. When we empty the belly of the Uhaul its load unfurls into a long hill on the sidewalk. Then the sky opens up and it starts to pour. Someone tries to make off with Kyle's banjo. Zannie and I are left with the hill and become two running people scaling a grand staircase with arms full of wet stuff over and over. Soon my room is chest-deep in three people's everything, and the floor is blanketed like all our boxes and bike parts and duffel bags and fake bouquets fell from the rainclouds too.We walk home, we take a rag to every surface, a Carpet Professional rumbles through with a steam cleaner while chatting about his time spent with the Mob... and then we all toss back some cough syrup and hang out for hours on towels on the kitchen floor. We fall asleep in Kyle's room that's empty and warm and fleshtoned now. It's like finally finding where the soul of our house has been all along....under the hundreds of cookbook photos that used to be pasted to the wall. We wake with carpet chemicals rubbed in our hair and brushed on our cheeks. Then we wrangle with the landlord over the damage deposit and leave. We wind through Fernwood like a parade, and ration out the last of the fridge condiments and purple potatoes etc in front of the Ship. We hug goodbye.
On the first Zannie and Kyle's possessions leave my house down the stairs through another Uhaul over an elevator and into an apartment. I mostly know my housemates now through the rocks I throw at that apartment's windows, and old chalkboard messages. The Action Lab's trash (RIP) is all McDonalds bags when I pass by.
